No more
unwanted
feelings.

For more than 25 years, I have remained professionally attached to the illuminated rectangle. As a digital designer, I have spent an unreasonable portion of my life arranging pixels, questioning typography, moving objects three pixels to the left, and convincing myself the warm glow of a computer monitor is an acceptable substitute for sleep. Most of this work occurs after dark, accompanied by coffee, questionable circadian decisions, and the persistent belief that the next idea will be better than the previous one. My relationship with digital design began early and has shown no measurable signs of resolving.

Outside designated working hours, my attention frequently drifts beyond the atmosphere. I am an astrophile with a particular fascination for black hole cosmology, and the unsettling possibility that reality is considerably stranger than currently documented. I am also attempting to master lucid dreaming in the hope that useful ideas may be retrieved from somewhere beyond normal waking consciousness. Results remain inconsistent. In the meantime, I continue designing, observing the universe, raising my children, and performing the responsibilities of a devoted father primarily through coffee, motivation, and whatever energy remains available.